Prior to entering the working world, it did seem like I did an awful lot to-ing and fro-ing between London and Hong Kong and as I trawled through the Style Bubble archives, I'm surprised I haven't written about the joys/miseries of travel attire. I wonder if it's because of the practical dreariness of dressing for a flight that has made me shirk away from the subject. However on the eve of a long haul flight (thankfully not a 12 hour one....), I thought I'd share the mundaneness of flying. I can't hide the truth. It's a horrendous sight. It's not pretty. It's not interesting.
But it is comfortable, practical and suitably scruffy. I've seen girls struggle with tight jeans onboard, unbuttoning them to get some relief. I've seen people go through the metal detectors laden with belts, chains and all sorts of stuff that sets the beeping machine going mad. I've seen women take off their stiletto heels once they realise they have to walk down all the way to gate 55 when boarding. I've also seen people dressing in full anticipation of hot hot heat at their destination but not realising that the flight on the way could be a fridge-like temperature depending on whether the plane decides to act up with the a/c.
Seeing as I'm not a trackie/sweatpants kinda gal, it's jersey jersey time for me. Washed to perfection baggy stripy t-shirt, a grey Grecian jersey top that I heavily abuse for flights and what I have deemed my new travelling skirt - a draped bit of loveliness from Pepa Delight that has pockets for me to shove my hands in and a shape that is ultra fluid. I do like sleeping on planes with a hat on because it can be useful if the seat is a little on the hard side. The puffa jacket is for the freezing weather at the moment early in the morning when I leave for Heathrow and also for emergency warmth if said a/c goes berserk but lightweight enough not for it to be a drag when I'm at the airport. The cardigan is an essential for cosy sleeptime and the footless knitted tights are good for leaving the feet free for putting on those inflight socks which I weirdly like.
I really have no qualms about walking around like a hobo with a zombie look in my eyes and yes, I'm aware that when I'm sleepily browsing at World Duty Free in T3, people may think I'm going to shoplift a Mac lipstick or two but I'm not giving up my tried-and-tested flight formula.